Slutty Dom wife (chapter 7)

Slutty Dom wife (chapter 7)


"Henry, what happened? Where's Grandma?" Faye asked breathlessly as she stepped into the mansion.

The Zhu estate hadn’t changed much over the years. Elegant, expansive, intimidating in its silence. But to Faye, it still carried the memory of sunlit laughter and childish games. She remembered chasing butterflies in the greenhouse with Henry, their hands muddy, their clothes torn from climbing the trees that lined the far side of the gardens.

"She's upstairs," Henry replied, his voice low and drawn. He looked worried, pacing as she entered, but there was something else hidden beneath his calm. A flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.

"Thanks a lot for coming," he added, reaching out and gently taking her wrist.

Faye let him guide her up the staircase, trying to ignore the feel of his fingers against her skin. It didn’t mean anything anymore.

They reached the second floor, and he pushed open the door to the master suite.

The old woman lay still on the massive bed, her silver hair fanned out across the pillows like fine silk. She looked pale, her breathing slow and shallow. Faye rushed to her side, professionalism kicking in immediately.

She slipped out of her outshirt, rolled her sleeves, and checked the elderly woman’s vitals, her breathing, her temperature. She adjusted her posture on the bed and gently propped her into a better position with pillows. Then she pulled her bag closer and began administering fluids and necessary medication.

Thirty minutes passed in a quiet hum of care and urgency.

When the old woman finally stirred, her lashes fluttered and she smiled faintly.

"Oh my dear child, you've grown so much," she whispered, voice scratchy with sleep.

Faye leaned in, letting the woman cup her face.

"You have to rest, Grandma. You’re going to be just fine," Faye murmured, smoothing her hair back gently.

The old woman nodded, smiling softly before her eyes fluttered shut again.

Faye stood and turned to Henry, her tone shifting to professional.

"She’ll be okay, but she needs real rest. Make sure she gets warm food, warm water. Nothing cold for the next three days. No visitors. And she needs to stop taking that herbal tincture…it’s interfering with her blood pressure meds. Got it?"

Henry nodded, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

"Thank you so much, Faye. I didn’t know what to do."

Downstairs in the living room, Faye sat across from him, arms crossed tightly across her chest.

One of the Zhu housemen brought out a silver tray with two glasses of chilled fruit wine. Faye took hers with a nod, sipped absentmindedly. She didn't plan on staying long.

Her mind was on Kai.

She didn’t like being away from him too long. Not after everything.

Henry studied her. "You always were brilliant with her. Grandma loves you."

"She's like a grandmother to me too," Faye said, staring down into her glass.

The silence stretched. Tension brewed.

She didn’t want to be here any longer than necessary. The past between her and Henry was complicated, laced with half-finished sentences and unfinished touches. When she had moved abroad, they had become something like a couple. They shared a home, a bed, routines. But they never said the words. Never made it real.

If Kai knew...

Faye exhaled slowly, lifting the glass again.

"I want to marry you, Faye."

The words were so abrupt, she almost choked.

She coughed, lowering her glass quickly.

"What?"

Henry leaned forward, his eyes searching hers.

"I mean it. I’ve meant it for a while."

She laughed lightly, but there was no humor in it. "You had years, Henry. Years. We lived together for two of them. You never once asked me to be your girlfriend, let alone your wife."

Henry frowned. "I was stupid. I thought we had time."

Faye shook her head, placing the glass down.

"You don’t get to do this now. Not when I.."

She paused. Something was wrong.

Heat bloomed under her skin, spreading from her chest to her neck. Her breath hitched. The room tilted slightly.

Her fingers slackened, and the glass slipped from her grasp, shattering on the floor.

Henry was at her side instantly.

"Faye? Are you alright?"

Her skin felt like it was on fire. Her heart thudded too fast.

No. No no no.

The wine.

"What did you... do?" she whispered, struggling to stand.

Henry caught her before she fell, his hands steady, warm.

"Relax. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just... I thought maybe you'd be more honest. More open."

"You spiked my drink?!"

"It won’t harm you. It's just... something to help you loosen up. You look so tired, Faye. So conflicted. I thought maybe this would help."

She tried to push him away but her muscles weren’t cooperating.

"Let me take care of you," he murmured, brushing her hair back from her face.

He lifted her in his arms and carried her down the hall. Into one of the guest rooms.

"Put me down," she whispered, voice weak.

"Only once you’re comfortable. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want. I promise."

He laid her down on the bed gently. Removed her shoes. Her jacket.

"You were always so beautiful to me," he whispered. "Even when you didn’t know it."

Faye’s body was flushed, her skin burning hot. The heat between her legs was unbearable, spreading like wildfire. She whimpered, biting her lip.

Henry sat beside her and unbuttoned his collar.

He leaned down and kissed her jaw. "Tell me to stop. I will."

But she didn’t.

She reached up, cupped his face.

"You bastard," she whispered. "You knew this would happen."

"I know you," he whispered back. "I know what you need."

His lips captured hers, gentle but firm. She kissed him back, moaning softly as his tongue slipped past her lips.

The sheets were cool beneath her, his body warm above hers.

He undid the buttons of her blouse slowly, reverently.

"I’ve wanted to do this again for years," he murmured.

"Don’t say that," she replied, voice hoarse. "Don’t pretend you cared all that time."

"I’ve always cared. I just didn’t know how to keep you."

His mouth traced fire down her neck, across her collarbone, down to her chest. Her bra was gone before she realized it. His hands explored her slowly, like a man starved.

Faye gasped as his fingers brushed her thighs, slipped under her skirt.

"You’re soaking," he whispered against her skin.

She moaned. "It’s the drug, Henry."

"It’s not just the drug. You’ve missed me."

She didn't answer. But she didn’t stop him either.

When he pushed her panties aside and sank two fingers inside her, she arched into his touch.

Her body was on fire.

And in that moment, she just wanted relief.

It didn’t matter that it was wrong. That it would complicate everything.

All that mattered was the burn. And the man who knew how to cool it.

And as Henry lowered himself between her thighs and began to worship her like he used to..slow, attentive, adoring..Faye let herself go.

Henry's tongue circled her clit with precision, dragging a moan out of Faye she hadn’t meant to release. Her back arched against the sheets, hips grinding upward on instinct.

It was good. So good.

But not enough.

Because her mind..betrayal or not..kept flickering to Kai.

To how rough his hands were. How violently he took her. How filthy his mouth was when he made her his. There was a desperation in Kai's touch, in his kisses, in his hunger. A sense that if he didn’t have her right there, right then, he might die.

Henry was gentle. Controlled. Measured.

But Kai… Kai ruined her. Claimed her with every stroke. Made her feel owned, cherished, like prey.

Her nails dug into the sheets as Henry licked deeper, fingers working her in a rhythm that had her panting. Her body was building toward something fast…a slippery, burning tension she couldn't ignore.

"Henry," she whimpered.

He looked up at her, eyes dark with lust. "Come for me, Faye. Let me see you fall apart."

She did.

Her thighs clamped around his head as the orgasm rolled over her, wave after wave crashing down. Her moans echoed against the high ceilings. Her hands flew to her mouth, embarrassed.

Henry kissed his way up her belly, chest, throat. Settled between her thighs, cock thick and heavy, leaking against her thigh.

"I’m going to fuck you now," he whispered. "Unless you tell me no."

Faye stared into his eyes.

Her brain screamed at her. Guilt. Betrayal. Kai.

But her body said yes. Loud and clear.

She nodded.

Henry lined himself up and pushed in slow. She gasped at the stretch, the fullness. He was different from Kai. Not as thick. Not as brutal. But he knew her body. Knew how to read every twitch, every gasp.

"You’re still perfect," he moaned, sinking in to the hilt.

Faye cried out softly, fingers wrapping around his arms. His pace was steady, deep. He kissed her as he moved, murmuring her name between thrusts.

Her mind kept flashing to Kai.

How would he react if he saw this? If he knew?

He'd kill Henry.

She almost said his name aloud..Kai…but she bit her tongue.

Henry angled his hips, hitting that perfect spot that made her vision blur.

She moaned louder now, no longer able to keep it in.

"That’s it," Henry whispered, kissing her jaw. "Take me. Let me have you."

Her hands tangled in his hair. Her legs wrapped around his waist.

She was losing herself. In lust. In guilt. In heat.

And when she came again, she bit into his shoulder to muffle the scream.

Henry followed right after, moaning her name, his body stiffening as he emptied inside her.

They lay there panting. Sweat-slicked. Tangled.

Faye stared at the ceiling, heart pounding.

What have I done?

Henry stroked her cheek. "Stay the night. Let me hold you."

Faye didn’t reply.

She closed her eyes, letting the silence drown her guilt.

But the image of Kai’s eyes wouldn’t leave her mind.

And the worst part?

Even as she lay in Henry’s arms, fucked senseless and spent…the ache in her chest was for someone else.